HollyRandall: I put up my gallery of too many pics of myself
HollyRandall: and i'm not even halfway through them
HollyRandall: I'm done looking at myself, i'm going to go get the last
of the light by the pool and read Watching the English.

I attend the Festival of Books every year because so many of my friends
are authors. You and I may have some differences of opinion, but I admire
the fact that you're a writer. Of course, so was Hitler.

I was at "Pushing The Envelope" panel because Susie Bright was a panelist
and had invited me to come and support her. The panel itself wasn't
great. Other than Susie, few of the panelists stayed on topic.

Toward the end of the panel, during the Q.& A., the discussion turned
to authors facing financial consequences with an implication that they
may be martyrs. Ergo, my question about how far they'd go and whether
or not they'd be willing to face significant jail time for the sake
of their desire to "push the envelope".

Dennis Cooper had trouble with the hypothetical nature of the question.
He said his past writings would doom him based on the standard so he
wouldn't change now. I told him to presume the risk were only possible
on future works. I asked if it would chill his speech if he thought
he could face jail. He still didn't get the question, which may be more
my fault than his. I need to learn restraint in settings like this.

Had I known that Rodger Jacobs was there, I would have stayed silent.
Susie finally told the assemblage that she and I were friends and my
question was somewhat disingenuous, given my own experience as an indicted
near felon. When Rodger approached me, I was stunned. I didn't recognize
him. In a sad attempt at self-effacement, I told him he only recognized
me when I had been referred to as disingenuous.

The fact is that I'm a frustrated writer, despite my lack of training
or experience... it's my little Walter Mitty fantasy. I see myself as
the Sean Connery character in "Finding Forrester."

On Saturday night I attended a party at the home of Susie's publisher.
I was like one of the porn fans attending the AVNexpo... out of my element,
star-struck and dreaming of being on the inside of their world.

I call her Monday after watching her fight video with Ava Vincent from
last August.

She says she brought Gene
Ross a videotape of the fight to a restaurant one night so he would
clarify his earlier report. "I like him. He was nice in person. But
he had something on his site about me having Skeeter's baby."

Luke: "You kicked Ava's ass."

Dillan: "I was pissed because she threw stuff on my little sister's
shirt, which I wouldn't have worn except that they gave me the wrong wardrobe
requirements for that day.

"My little sister and I were having a talk about how if you trade
clothes, you respect the other person's clothes. I took something of hers
because she wanted my favorite skirt.

"Venus, who I'm friends with, was talking s---."

Luke: "She said in the video that every set you go on..."

Dillan: "She's a friend of mine. She was just in a bitchy mood.

"Ava stole my clothes on a DVSX set. I looked in her suitcase and
under her mess of clothes were my clothes neatly folded.

"Seymore Butts and Cousin Stevie loved the fight."

Luke: "Did Ava ever file a police report against you?"

Dillan: "She never did. She's a [disparaging term for someone who
likes certain substances too much].

"I remember when I was going to that set, I said, 'Derek, I don't
get along with Ava.' He said, 'Dillan, don't get in a fight.' So Ava said,
'I'm calling Derek and then I'm going to kick your ass.'

"There were eight girls. Five were replacements who were notified
that morning. You were supposed to come with hair and make-up done. They
all made it up before her. She was three hours late. We were sitting around
waiting for her. And she wants to paint her nails clear before a three
minute interview where you are not even going to see her hands.

"She throws a fit because she can't sit there and paint her fingernails
clear. You pick them to begin with. They're all scabbed up. What do you
care what they look like?

"I'm venting."

Luke: "It was funny."

Dillan: "It was gay. I should've beat her up more."

Luke: "Have you had fights before on set?"

Dillan: "I don't think so. But I was a little rowdy in highschool.
My dad taught me how to box.

"That wrestling move I pulled on her with the elbow was pretty gay.
I was going to break her nail.

"I got in a fight at the Billy Joel concert two months ago. A belligerent
drunk girl pulled my hair. She was in my seat. I'm a hot head. I just
punched her. I hurt my hand. I fractured a little bone.

"I'm a good girl. It's just gossip. It's hearsay."

Luke: "How's fashion school?"

Dillan: "I haven't beaten anyone up yet. And the most important
part is that I've paid for it already.

"I always make jokes about the porn-stars-going-to-school thing.
They always say, 'I'm going to school,' but they never go. I'm breaking
the rules.

"I went out to a couple of bars the other night because my friend
was in town.

"I'm doing a music video with two girls I know. It's something gay,
little thing. It's a Spanish-Latin mix.

Dillan: "In the near future, because I want to shoot some pictures.
I don't want to shoot porn anymore. If offer a girl-girl thing, I'd do
it. I just don't want to shoot gonzo boy-girl.

"Don't get me wrong. I'm a submissive girl. If I really feel like
getting beat up, choked and spat on, I'll do it at home. I'm serious.
I don't know why. I just don't feel like doing it on video anymore."

Luke: "Would you shoot for Holly Randall?"

Dillan: "I would love to shoot for Holly Randall. I love Holly.
Would she shoot me?"

Luke: "Yeah."

Dillan: "Whenever she's available, I'll fly out there.

"I know she likes me tanned and so I'll get some tanning done. I'm
on my way there now, as soon as I leave my room."

Luke: "How's your love life?"

Dillan: "I had a guy friend come out from LA. I wouldn't call it
my love life because he's got a lot of girls. He's a regular actor. He's
famous. He's sweet. We had a good time. We used to date casually.

"I was seeing someone here. He's an investment banker."

Luke: "Do they like you for who you are or do they like you because
you're a porn star and you're crazy in bed?"

Dillan: "I'm trying to figure that out. I'm not sure I like them
for who they are or because they're crazy in bed.

"'Oh baby, don't talk. Just sit there and look pretty.'

"You know who taught me that? Austin Kincaid.

"If a guy's pretty, he's stupid.

"I like guys with dark hair and eyeliner. I don't like meatheads.
I like nerds or the rock star look. An underground band is cooler to me
than a popular band."

Luke: "Don't you think it's swishy for guys to wear make-up?"

Dillan: "It depends on when and how often they wear make-up and
where."

Luke: "You don't like guys who dress in women's clothing?"

Dillan: "Not last time I checked. I have enough girls stealing my
s---. I don't need guys stealing it too."

Luke: "But you want the guy to be more aggressive in bed."

Dillan: "I'm very submissive in bed, even though my personality
is dominant."

Luke: "Do you like to be slapped and have your hair pulled and be
called a whore?"

Dillan: "Well, depends on who says it, but yeah. Why? Are you going
to do it with me and Holly? I'm down.

"It's not that you want to be called a whore but what you are going
to say? It's not that being called a whore is going to get me off, it's
the spontaneity of it. I like sensual domination. I don't dig degradation."

Luke: "This woman once told me to ---- her like a whore."

Dillan: "You walked out of there and said, 'I'm in love.'

"It's good stuff. It's good to know that she's comfortable enough
with you to say that. If she thought you thought it, she'd slap you upside
the head.

"I don't always use the word 'whore.' 'F--- me like a whore.' Go
figure. Give me something new. Come on. There are more words in the dictionary.
Pull out your thesaurus. 'F--- me like I'm a prude. F--- me like I'm frigid.'

"I always enjoy talking to you on the phone. You always make me
laugh.

"I remember the first time I met you. It was the first time you'd
taken pictures of me.

"I was told, 'Watch your mouth. Luke is over there.' You were the
worst guy in the world. You were going to wreck my whole career. I turned
around and I didn't see Satan standing there.

"I don't get it. Is there that much to hide?"

Luke: "People are scared that I'm going to uncover their deep dark
secrets."

HollyRandall: someone just sent me my mom's Hustler layout, and there's
a big shot of her vagina in there
HollyRandall: eeewww!
HollyRandall: i don't want to see that!
Luke: Send it to me.
HollyRandall: OK
Luke: your mom's vagina looks a lot like yours
HollyRandall: omg stop before i vomit

England's Isabel Ice

Derek replies
to my inquiry: "She told them that she was here visiting Hannah
Harper who worked for Direct, which might not be the most prudent answer
to give, but nevertheless she had no problems and was admitted into the
US."

Bishop writes
on XPT: "Ava apparently had inadvertantly left with some items
of [Dillan's] clothing on a prior shoot. This was the first time those
two had run into each other since that incident. Real classy how the cameraman
just kept rolling as she was snatched up by her head. Let's say she catches
her head on the counter on the way down."

Christian writes on XPT: "How stupid is Ava Vincent? She throws
the burrito at Dillan and then turns her back to her."

TheKing writes: "The best part is, as Dillan is slamming Ava's head
against the wall Ava is exclaiming "oh yeah," like she has any control,
in response to Dillan's threat of "I will f--- you up bitch." I must say
I'm surprised by Ava's fortitude being that she looks quite frail and
fragile compared to Dillan Lauren. Unexpectedly Ava pops up no worse for
the wear threatening a lawsuit. In conclusion, this might be one of the
best posts ever."

1) It is too easy for children to get porn. I don't care what disclaimers
you put up or security measures you take. Children will find away around
it. Thusly, the government, law enforcement and various other groups
will continue to try to shut down Internet pornography.

[Paul: Answer - Gambling is illegal online in alot of countries and
the biggest market being America doesnt allow it. Hasnt stopped people
making billions through gambling.]

2) There is too much free porn available! (Regardless if it is give-aways,
piracy or stolen passwords). This has driven profit margins through
the basement floor.

[Paul: Answer - Why do you think you shave webmasters? You give them
the freehosted galleries etc then take 30% of their income to make up
for this.]

3) The porn industry is too easy for people to become involved in.
Nowadays, anyone with a handful of computer skills can become a webmaster
and if they own a 3 chip camera can be a pornographer via the Internet.
(Whereas making a video, distibuting, budgeting and various other facets
needed to put a product on store shelf require a lot of busines skills.)
This many people involved in our industry has flooded the market with
crap product which further drives down profits.

[Paul: Answer - 99% of the people that think that porn is easy will
never make any money from porn. The people with a crap product are usually
to stupid to put password protection on their sites and end up out of
business thanks to Leo at Ultrapasswords when their first bandwidth
bil comes through.]

4) Most people still only use the Internet for Email and to surf a
few sites for things like movie listings or commentary. They have little
use or need for broadband connections and the associated expense of
it. Highspeed access is only required by those that download large files.

5) Plus people are aware that all online activities are not necessisarily
private. Between ISPs watching download activities to monitoring for
child-porn and terrorist activities, and hackers searching for personal
data; the internet's longtime advantage of absolute anonymity is becoming
a thing of the past.

6) Highspeed isn't fast enough and quality is ----. Anyone that has
had to wait for a video to finish buffering or a 700 meg movie to download
will tell you it's a pain in the ass. As for quality, well it doesn't
compare to a 36-inch screen TV.

7) Furthermore most sexual porn is for the purpose of masturbation
or arousal. It's easier to lay down in your bed to jerk-off or screw
your girlfriend on the sofa/couch than sitting in an office chair.

8) Credit cards are required and because of problems with fraud and
identity theft, people will always be suspicious before giving out their
information. In the end, most individuals prefer to talk to a real person.

[Paul: Answer - Please talk to the owners of Epoch and CCBill and inform
them that their is no money in taking credit cards online.]

9) The consumer will always want to hold something in their hands.
It doesn't matter if it is a DVD or a micro-chip, they want a tangeble
object. Otherwise they don't feel like they own something. And if they
find out they could have downloaded it from a bittorrent site for free,
the person that made the purchase feels ripped off and is less likely
to purchase again in the future. And I've saved the best for last

10) The main reason Internet porn will die is because the nature of
the pornographer and the webguru are diametrically opposed. (There will
always be exceptions but these are extremely rare).

The true pornographer is someone who is in your face, affronting, and
doesn't give a ---- about public opinion. Let's face it, we are and
always be regarded negatively, there is no prestige in our job and we
make our living through exploitation and offending the values and traditions
of one portion of society or another. The true pornographer is both
vigilante and a mercenary. (Want a classic example? Watch the People
vs Larry Flint!) We have a firm belief that we can create whatever we
want, watch whatever we like and say whatever we damn well please. And
anyone who does not share in our views can literally go ---- himself
because no-one is forcing him to listen, read or watch what we produce.
And as pornographers, we are willing to fight for that right and to
ultimately profit from it. And anyone that argues that there is prestige
in being a pornographer is dead wrong; because it is it's very essence
of being un-prestigious that makes it profitable. Web-gurus by contrast
tend to hide behind their computers. They are less extroverted. Their
fights are all waged in a passive medium, usually behind faceless online
personas, and websites are easily shut down. Credit card processors
can stop accepting adult sites, and the .XXX extension is more easily
blocked. In the end, there will always be true pornographers. Because
they exploit every opportunity and say "---- U!" to the establishment.

"I'm a very spontaneous person," says Maui, HI resident Shay. "A group
of people once at a nightclub once dared me to make out with a girlfriend
for $200.00. It was exciting and very sexy."

Shay was born in Georgia and grew up on the Big Island of Hawaii, but
didn't stay there for too long. Shay moved around a lot with her family
and says being raised an army brat has made the 20-year-old a very well-rounded
young lady.

"I went to high school in Germany and I've lived in about eight different
countries. I'm happy about that; it made me a very culturally rich person.
It was also nice to drink in bars legally way before you do in the states!"

Shay was a Penthouse discovery through a good friend, neighbor and
fellow Penthouse Pet Crystal Klein (March '05), "She's a wonderful woman
and told me what a positive experience it's been representing Penthouse
and how thrilling being a Pet has been. I couldn't wait to be a part
of it all."

When Shay isn't modeling and traveling she likes to relax in the great
beauty of the Hawaii outdoors - spending lazy days at the beach, hiking
and spear fishing.

She also has great love music, particularly classic rock. "I'm obsessed
with The Rolling Stones and I love all 80s music. My big dream is to
meet Billy Idol one day, he's so hot!"

Questions of truth, verisimilitude and reality are very much part of
a running cultural narrative, so it is no surprise that they would show
up on the Tribeca schedule, most notably in "American Cannibal: The
Road to Reality," ostensibly a documentary about two writers who pitch
a reality television show built on a concept of cannibalism.

The pilot was cast and the production set up on Vieques Island, off
the eastern coast of Puerto Rico. There, things quickly went awry, with
a shoot that was troubled by insects, artistic differences, labor strife
and, eventually, a serious injury to a cast member that ended production.

The promotional copy for the film, which had its premiere last Wednesday
night, calls it a "potent, poignant real-life drama with penetrating
insight," raising questions about how far people will go in pursuit
of fame and fortune. But is it true?

I call Kevin Blatt Monday afternoon.

Luke: "How much of that American Cannibal movie is fact and how
much is BS?"

KB: "I dunno. All the parts that are real, everybody thinks are
bull. It's really not a documentary. It's more of a feature movie with
this some documentary aspects. It's not a Fahrenheit 911. But it is weird.

I drove home yesterday from LA so I could spend a day here in my house
before I fly back to LaLa Land. These next couple months are gonna be
jam packed with a lot of work. Tuesday I am attending the Saturn awards
which is for Horror and Science fiction movies...my favorite kind! I
am presenting so hopefully I will meet some cool people there.

Thursday I am going to the mansion for the Playmate of The Year luncheon,
and let me just tell you, there isn't anything that is more fun than
running around in a sundress surrounded by a large percentage of Playmates!

I may be flying out to Kentucky this weekend for the Derby, I know
I have quite a few photoshoots the week after (including a 2 day commercial
shoot for the new season of Jenna's American Sex Star) but, who cares,
I am young... I can handle it. It sure sounds like I am trying to convince
myself, doesn't it?

Christian
Mann Asks A Question At The Los Angeles Times Festival Of Books

Saturday, Rodger
Jacobs went with his friend Diana
Wagman, novelist (who I met a year ago at a Mediabistro party and
sat next to Sunday at "The Outsiders: Independent Film Today"
with panelist-authors Peter Biskind, Marshall Fine, David Kipen, Kenneth
Turan and moderator Rocky Lang).

Rodger tells me Sunday night: "They finally opened the floor to
questions from the audience after thirty minutes of the panel. There was
one guy last in line to ask a question: 'With the political tide shifting,
would they be willing to go to jail for their work?'

"Dennis Cooper responded like it was the dumbest question he'd heard.
Susie Bright commented, then
said, 'But this gentleman is being disengenuous because he's faced this
battle before.'

"When he turned around, I saw who it was -- Christian Mann. He's
known Susie for years. I stuck my hand out there. I haven't seen Christian
in years. He said, 'When did you realize it was me? When she said I was
being disengenuous?'

Jamie [Ralph Gardner] kindly sent me an updated draft of this article,
which I'd lost in a computer crash - here's another excerpt from a lengthy
piece I wrote about the period when I ran the San Diego strip club Jolar
in the mid-80s. The Harry Mohney referred to is the head of the Deja
Vu club chain, as well as running the Hustler Clubs, etc:

One of my worst days was when about a half dozen FBI guys showed up
in my office. It seemed Harry Mohney was in some kind of tax situation,
as well being in legal hot water that affected Jolar once the feds discovered
Harry’s company, not Jackie Hagerman, was the true owner. When feds
saw the monitoring switch and speaker on my desk that eavesdropped on
the private talk show booth phones (something Lee Bickel had set up
to keep women from entering into illegal transactions with customers),
I was handcuffed and arrested for “installing or maintaining an illegal
surveillance system.” When they found a UPS box of porn vids addressed
from the Michigan office, they threatened to file federal charges, against
me personally, for “interstate transportation of pornography,” which
they claimed could earn me twenty years in prison.

I sat there with my mouth shut (a Company edict I followed religiously)
while they tore my office apart and took away all the files, bankbooks
and records, even my own school notebook from a night class I was taking
in graphic arts. The charges against me were later dropped but the FBI
visited me a few other times. Most of their questions were about Harry,
particularly about his and the Company’s various home properties maintained
in and around La Costa. I didn’t know at the time that his ex, Gail
Palmer had filed suit against Harry in February ‘85, claiming the house
at 2520 La Costa Avenue as an asset she thought she co-owned (“I later
discovered it was placed in the name of Caribbean Films, Inc.” she wrote
in her court declaration). I was surprised to find out the FBI knew
I’d house-sat a few weekends in a couple of those La Costa homes (one
periodically occupied by Jackie, not Harry).

That’s about when I first started noticing black cars with no license
plates following me as I drove to our various bank deposit drops (we
maintained several, I knew better than to ask why). When they didn’t
turn out to be robbers, I assumed them to be feds. I wondered if someone
had been following me up to La Costa, perhaps on occasions when I was
asked to prepare Company houses for Company guests to visit. I’d be
sent off by Jackie or Harry with a shopping list of snacks, fridge drinks,
wine, condom boxes and other stuff that I was to sprinkle around for
impending guests.

I was occasionally instructed to introduce a “fun loving” dancer or
three to male Company associates, with the girls making their own deals
with Harry, Jackie and/or the visitor if there was to be monetary compensation
for their time and efforts. I know, I know…weird ----en gig. The house
Jackie frequented had all white carpets and furniture downstairs, furthering
that “Yoko-esque” association for me. She liked my girlfriend and invited
us to spend evenings and weekends there by ourselves, though usually
slotting in some shopping, dry cleaning or car-delivery errands for
me to do while up there (she had a new Mercedes with a gold hood ornament
that always needed to be moved from some airport or another, she didn’t
want her expensive oft-replaced ornament stolen from any more airport
lots).

One of my oddest experiences at Company homes took place at the Yoko
house. After spending the night, my girl and I awoke to the sound of
multiple voices coming from the backyard. Imagine our surprise to find
about a dozen guys setting up cameras and lights around the pool and
deck, for a morning video shoot, and I don’t mean the wedding type.

I found this was common and in fact I soon began recognizing Company
houses as backdrops in porn vids screened at Jolar.

Just as we were relaxing to the notion of what would soon be happening
around us before we even ate breakfast, the director informed that Harry
Mohney had commissioned this to be a “golden shower” video. (“Orange
juice? Um, no thanks.”)

Harry attended one of my early attempts to market Jolar to a growing,
more affluent customer base when I began bringing porn stars to the
club to do weekend personal appearances. The women signed autographs
and posed for Poloroids with fans ($10 a pop, $20 nude) and even performed
one-on-one shows in the Private Talk Show booths for $20 per three-minute
“show” (split between star and club).

Patti Petite was the first, a small bottled blonde with a Joan Rivers
voice but sexy features and a reputation for doing anything, anywhere,
anytime. We ran one of her movies on a screen in the background while
she met fans and I recall being uncomfortable the first time one of
her sex scenes came on while I was sitting right there next to her.
“My mouth hurt for days after that,” she said after one particularly
frenetic scene and I laughed, tension somewhat relieved.

I’d never met a porn star and I had no idea what kind of freak show
to expect. She was a perfectly nice young lady with a rather dirty mouth.
Harry was impressed with the line of men waiting to meet her and leading
out the front doors all night long - we grossed an additional $10,000
for the weekend, above and beyond the increased take in the booths with
local ladies and video decks.

I got a fat bonus and the Company began paying other porn stars to
fly in and stay at Harry’s homes to do these lucrative personal appearances,
which were advertised in local zines, military papers and via old fashioned
flyering of rock show parking lots and even at other dance clubs. Most
women were doing videos for Harry too, though I’m not sure if Traci
Lords was working for Caribbean when we booked her. She was due to appear
on the following month when news hit about her underage status. I was
among the merchants scurrying to empty her dozens of videos off the
shelves and return to the main office (which presumably destroyed them
all). A lot of people still showed up to see Lords, even after we put
up signs announcing her appearance had been cancelled.

Harry (or rather the Company) bought an adult bookstore on 827 National
City Boulevard and Jackie and I began converting it to be setup like
Jolar, with live dancer booths. However, there was some doubt about
whether the city would allow us to even open the doors, given new zoning
laws, cloudy property purchase records and the questionable adult-boutique
license transfer. Harry wasn’t a legal county resident, I was told,
or perhaps he was merely unwilling to apply his name to the license.
Lord knows in-house paper trails regarding his many business interests
were treated like top-secret documents – “need to know” prioritized,
arcanely coded and promptly shredded (we were only allowed to refer
to him as “Our Friend” in company correspondences and reports).

I was once nearly fired for accidentally opening a Fed-Ex envelope
addressed to Jackie containing fictitious name applications signed by
company employees, whose address-specific histories needed to be confirmed
(or created?) to obtain new operational permits in various southwest
cities.

In a meeting with Jackie and Harry, I was approached to front as owner
of the Nat’l City shop, at least temporarily, until the permits cleared
and the business could re-open. I considered the nearly six-figure offer
to put my name on the business license as “owner” and on incorporation
paperwork as “president and controlling officer” of the “new” corporation
while we remodeled the building’s cavernous interior.

We opened the front section as a bookstore only, with a Jolar part-timer
named Tom Gray “managing” who’d later go to federal prison in Boron
for dealing meth. The only reason the doors were opened was to stave
off a threat of condemnation by the city.

In what is in hindsight a rare wise decision, I declined to become
a part-owner of the National City store.

Sure enough, it was shut down a few weeks later without the remodeling
ever being finished and neither Jackie nor Harry ever referred to it
again. Harry was eyeing other San Diego locales for what would eventually
become his Déjà Vu clubs.

Downtown was seeing the death of its peep show population. At the same
time, the city was becoming a hot spot for both porn producers and resident
stars, with more and more videos being produced (and sold) within city
limits. We briefly carried, on consignment, a few vids literally hand
made by locals who’d bring them in shopping bags, with photocopied covers
and an occasional pasted-on photo print of a lady who may or may not
appear on the tape.

Some of the Jolar girls appeared in Harry’s porn mags, given away on
site, and others made their own X-rated tapes which they sold in the
shop (minus a commission for the house, of course). The Company saw
the future was clearly in “Live Nude Girls,” especially those industrious
enough to market themselves with trinkets like handmade vids, Poloroids,
and even worn undergarments (which we briefly offered to customers free
as a “happy hour” promotion, part of a paid booth “Talk Booth” show
and given right off the ladies’ backs, as it were).

The Company opened new stores patterned after Jolar, like Pandora’s
Box on 6th Avenue in Tucson, Arizona. Similar shops were started in
Phoenix, Galveston, Las Vegas and elsewhere, and Jackie and I trained
some of the new managers in Tucson or at Jolar. Porn star events continued
to be more popular, with occasional media coverage. Not always positive
coverage (“You’ll be shocked to hear what’s happening in YOUR neighborhood!”),
but anything that mentioned us was considered good press and inevitably
resulted in a rush of new and often devotional patrons (note to guys
trying to impress strippers – you ALL bring f----- flowers to the club,
it’s not charming, it’s not original, the ladies AND their boyfriends/girlfriends
are laughing at you and it’s not gonna get you laid – “once a john,
always a john,” just bring cash).

The dancers were making far too much money for Jackie’s liking. She
came to visit for a week (her gold Mercedes hood ornament stolen twice
while parked out front, I suspect by angry dancers) and revamped the
whole system. She rebooked each girl as an “independent contractor”
and rented them booth space at the club to perform! We charged $75 off
the top of anything they made, and then took 50% of their tips, all
of which went into lockboxes between them and the customers. The women
never got to handle their own money until the end of the week, when
we’d deduct our booth rental fees and our half of her week’s tips.

This pissed off a lot of dancers but none that I recall quit. In fact
competition became fierce to rent booths on the best weekend nights,
with women paying days in advance to keep their preferred booth and
shift. Rent soon went up to $100 per booth shift.

After only a few weeks of this system, the state department of equalization
came down on us over the girls’ benefit-less non-employee status. I
was visited June 26, 1985, by Deputy Labor Commissioner Victor Rojas,
who brought with him several vice cops and a fire inspector, Captain
Marion Stillwell. Stillwell kept me busy with eight cited violations
while Rojas and vice grilled the dancers. The labor board then informed
us that dancers had to be treated as employees from that point forward,
threatening us with years’ worth of dancers’ back taxes if we challenged
the decree. Jackie chose not to fight and put all the dancers on the
payroll, requiring them to clock in (I had to buy a time-clock) and
paying them a minimum hourly wage. All their tips went into lockboxes
which the Company kept for each woman until the end of the week. Then
Jolar would cut them a check for 50% of their total tip earnings, which
still netted the average girl a couple thousand dollars a week for only
a few nights’ work.

It wasn’t just vice and the city campaigning to erase the pornographic
blight on College Grove’s landscape. There were also occasional protestors
to deal with. The twenty or so matronly ladies carrying “Jolar Exploits
Women” signs around the building for four consecutive weekends (10am
to 2am, same shifts as the dancers), during summer 1986, were my favorite.
They actually listened to the dancers when they went outside to inform
that they weren’t being sold into slavery and that the lowest wage earner
among them took home more cash per night than the club manager. “Who’s
exploiting who?” they posited. The protest signs didn’t come down but
it was entirely enjoyable and amusing to see such very disparate women,
leading such unrelated lives, having a lively discussion in the front
parking lot about a woman’s right to buy a condo off wages legally earned
while nude.

The club was raided again, this time by vice cops holding warrants
for the arrest of several dancers and myself. One of the dancers, “Angie,”
had solicited an undercover cop and others had been caught performing
“forbidden acts” in private booth shows for secret Sheriff shoppers
(many of whom, the dancers insisted to me, exposed themselves and masturbated).

POLICE REPORT against Ellwest, excerpt: “The window in booth permitted
each side to view the other, and customers were asked to expose their
penises and masturbate to show that they were not police. Each officer
made excuses, however, and the performers did not insist. Officers saw
defendant perform twice, each time with another woman. Each time, the
performers fondled and licked each others' breasts and masturbated.
One performer also squeezed milk from her breasts. Officers who watched
other performances testified that women other than defendant fondled
and licked each other vaginally as well…manager arrested for operating
or maintaining a house of prostitution and pandering, class 5 felonies.”

I’d never spent more than a couple of hours in jail for the Company,
someone always bailed me out while the handcuffs were still warm and
took care of virtually all my court appearances. I can’t recall ever
being in an actual courtroom for them despite being arrested (by local
authorities) four times, over dancer infractions (in addition to the
unnerving if never-pressed FBI bust). Charges, against ME anyways, were
always eventually dropped, if ever filed at all. For some reason, this
time I had to spend the entire night in a downtown holding cell, and
I was rather unhappy about this, as you can imagine. Besides, there
were still those unmarked black cars I kept seeing…

'You Are Wrong, Luke'

Vilnii writes:

Luke, I agree with Holly here. You consistently post negative feedback
regarding her site (her livelihood) It's newsworthiness/interest is
not the question here, but an absence of balance. As a journalist you
should know. I also wondered why you have a penchant for posting that
one-sidedness. For everyone that complains there are hundreds that like
the site [Suze
RandallSuze
Video]. So if you must post the nasty stuff, post the good also
so that people don't get a misleading view You need to correct this
man.

Bill Margold Responds To Mark Kernes

Bill emails me:

I knew that much like dangling a carrot in front of a jackass, Mark
Kernes wouldn't be able to resist the bait of responding to my 4-20-06
LAXPRESS/Cinema Seen column.

And I also knew that he would only wind up trapping himself deeper
in the manure-like quicksand that comprises what passes for his mind.
And now he is going to drag a few other people down with him. Not that
they don't deserve it, mind you.

Lining up Jeffrey Douglas to defend him is like Bush coming to the
defense of Cheney. The complete statement to The Meese Commission was
"leave us alone and we will destroy ourselves...BUT come after us, and
we will band together to fight back in ways that might make you regret
that you ever decided to take on such a foe." And I've always been in
favor of creating "competition" for AIM---if for no other reason than
to keep the organization, as Mitchell herself puts it "on its toes."

As to the Pure Pleasure bust in Las Vegas (Jan. 1993), I challenge
Kernes to produce even one "source" to verify that I had been warned
by the authorities not to put on the FREE SPEECH COALITION fundraiser.

I seriously doubt that I would have been so warmly welcomed back by
The Free Speech Speech Coalition board members within days after the
tragic affair if any one really, truly believed that I knew that we
were going to be busted.

And the rusty shoe-horn incident (2000) was prompted by Mark's mutterings
that the magnificent Gloria Leonard wasn't among the best choices to
represent the Adult Industry in debates.

My confronting him about botching up the facts surrounding the Hal
Freeman case took place in the very long hallway of Mandalay Bay as
we were approaching the Erotic Dancer Convention registration area in
August 2002. But...as is always the state when Kernes is confronted
with one of his blunderosities, he brings denial---or his inability
to remember (truly the stuff that makes for "accurate" reporting) up.

BTW: I feel guilty about denigrating the position of "toads" -- and
from now on I will use "Turd-essecent" when I resume "Kicking Kernes"
on the 5-11-06 LAXPRESS Cinema Seen page, which will be appropriately
dedicated to discussing "V For Vendetta."

I have met Bill Margold and Mark Kernes more then once and I like them
both. I know Margold much more then I know Kernes. It's too bad that
many people within the x-rated industry feud with each other. The adult
industry could accomplish so much more if it was more united. I think
that Margold is blunt and doesn't sugar coat things. Margold is probably
not good as a diplomat because he doesn't use tact when he describes
things. As Jay has admitted himself, Jay is not good at being tactful.
Margold has been nice and quite helpful to me.

I think people have to be very careful of every word they say because
the media can take what you out of context. At Blockbuster Video, I'm
good with customers because I try to understand things from their point
of view. I'm good at not showing anger when people are rude to me. I
tend to view many things as being subjective. You can make an argument
for anything if you manipulate facts. Whether a re-stocking fee is a
late fee is subjective. I will tell a customer why Blockbuster Video
does not view a re-stocking fee as a late fee but I don't say the customer
is wrong. Some Managers will keep debating with the customers even though
the customers will not change their minds.

Whether a porn actress or actor is a prostitute is subjective. Jay
and Steve Crompton view porn actors and actresses as being prostitutes.
Ron Jeremy, Ginger Lynn, Fred Lincoln, Tricia Devereaux, Melissa Lauren,
etc. have given opinions why they believe this is not true. Some people
view oral sex as sex but there are people who think otherwise.

Jay Allen writes:

I know both Margold and Kernes - neither are ideal hood ornaments for
the porn industry, but they're both very knowledgable and eloquent individuals.

Margold was very helpful in creating the "Triple-X Cinema: Cartoon
History" comics but his assertions about being an integral mover and
shaker porn history are somewhat overstated. He witnessed and participated
in a lot of things, but he wasn't one of the guys "making history" as
he seems to claim in his dissection of Kernes.

Kernes is only a "journalist" by a loose interpretation of that word,
but his writing is nonetheless entertaining and usually very well informed
(if often too biased to be deemed dependably accurate),

Dirty Bob writes: "You are wrong about Kernes - he is an incredibly
talented journalist."

California Valley Girls

Fennis writes me:

What's up bro? Amazing that a brutha from Compton wants to be like
you. How come 6912 Hollywood Blvd. is boarded up like a crack house
now? Tell Laurie we miss her down at 6912. Did Laurie ever meet Eddie
Nash since she lived in his building at 1 time? Eddie's son Derek should
reopen the Seven Seas instead of investing in a joke like Casino Productions.
Spallone should move from Sunset to 6912. 6912 just oozes good luck.
The next time you talk to Bill Margold ask him what happened to Cindy
Shepard of California Valley Girls fame. You might be shocked to find
out what she is doing now.

Joe writes: "Supposedly Cindy's X career (California Valley Girls
plus one other flick IIRC) was a project for a UCLA psychology classs...and
now she's a psychologist or a professor or something like that. While
I'm sure her looks have changed over the years, I hope her ability to
suck cock hasn't changed."

For instance, anyone who knows anything about AIM knows that that organization
could never have survived, much less become the dominant agency for
HIV and other STD testing in the industry, if Margold had actually had
anything to do with running it. No, it was probably sheer luck that
Margold selected Sharon Mitchell on whom to palm off the drudge work
of contacting the performers, bringing them in and getting them tested
after Tricia Devereaux, Brooke Ashley and a handful of others contracted
HIV from an unknown source in early '98. But it was Mitchell's persistence
(and a certain amount of luck) that finally turned up Marc Wallice as
the source of the outbreak; her diligence in following up that brought
about the first comprehensive and effective testing program in the industry,
and her tireless energy that's made AIM into the formidable protector
of the industry that it is today. Margold's made several attempts, in
concert with others, to destroy AIM, or at least diminish its utility
to the industry, mostly out of sheer jealousy — but fortunately, those
failed.

And while Margold's free to boast about having given the Meese Commission
his "no one ever died from an overdose of porn" soundbite, he's conveniently
left out the fact that he also told them that if they'd just leave the
industry alone, it would self-destruct of its own accord. It, of course,
didn't — and the religio-conservatives' anger at that fact has caused
them to radically increase the energy they've devoted to its destruction
— and Margold is completely unequipped to deal with their anti-adult
propaganda and legal maneuvers. For that, the industry needs committed
and knowledgeable attorneys, a strong trade organization with effective
lobbyists, and it could use the communications skills of some of the
more intelligent talent. And yes, it needs somebody who understands
the legal issues that are in play, who has researched the propaganda
being spread by the religio-conservative organizations, and who can
write about all that in a (more-or-less) clear and concise manner.

Mike Ramone adds: "And on a related note, in editing Warren's coverage
of the XRCOs, I saw where Margold is again quoted as saying that AVNers
essentially should be kicked out of the XRCO; some silliness about how
the AVN Awards are all about honoring the bottom line, not the sex, which
is certainly news to me. Hey Bill, you're a boomer, so you should get
this reference: Hell no, we won't go!"

Dirty Bob writes: "The AVN voters have absolutely no undue influence
on the XRCO noms or winners (there is no collusion of any kind - frequently
(quite often, actually) XRCO members at AVN do not vote for the AVN winners
or the current flavor of the month!). Any suggestion about kicking AVN
members out of the XRCO solely due to working at AVN is utter madness.
'Nuff said!"

...But in the three years since leaving, Mr. MacDonell said, he has
experienced no "withdrawal symptoms" and has seen only one pornographic
video. He and his second wife, Theresa McAllen, a clothing designer,
have a "very conventional marriage," he noted.

They met roughly 12 years ago on a blind date, and when she heard where
he worked, she was a little hesitant, he said, but quickly got over
it because "she's incredibly secure with herself."

...Now that "Prisoner of X" is done, he is working on some screenplays
and has an idea for a book-length expansion of an article he once wrote
for Hustler: "Creeps: Why Women Love Us."

I call Holly back Saturday
night. She's about to start her period. She apologizes for her abrupt
emails Friday. "Work is always insane. I tell people to just stay
away from me for the three days before my period or I might bite their
head off."

Luke: "It's just another side to you. I'm sure there are people
who know how to relate to you with love during that time period."

Holly: "No. Before my period, I become a huge bitch. Stay far away
from me. If I'm dating a guy, I will tell him. 'I'm sorry, this is the
way I am. Just ignore me the next three days. Don't pay attention to anything
I say.

"I was in the supermarket today and I bought a big heavy pack of
firelogs. There was this sweet young 16 year old black boy putting my
groceries away. He asked if I needed help out to my car.

"I said no, I'm fine.

"He said, 'No. Really mam, I would like to help you. This is a heavy
box.'

"I said, 'I am not weak. I can carry it myself. I'm not a pathetic
weakling. Forget about it.'

"He said, 'Mam, that's not what I meant. I'm a man. You're a woman.
It's my duty to help you put these heavy things in your car.'

"I said, 'Wow, your momma was on your ass. But I do everything by
myself. I live alone. I don't need your help.'

"He said, 'But you're a woman. You need a good man to take care
of you.'

"I looked him in the eye and said, 'Sweetheart, nobody has ever
taken care of me and you are the last person to start.'

"I've always been incredibly independent and never had anyone take
care of me."

Luke: "I'm sure that's not true but I understand that's the way
you want to view your life."

We come to the end of our conversation. Holly's been cooking all day
for a friend's birthday party.

I know that we can part one of two ways. One, I can feel
aggrieved (I love to feel angry and isolated, it is from that state
I do my best writing -- observation on writers by Peter Bart) because
I've had no sense that Holly was interested in what was happening in my
life. Or two, I could just interject and tell her what was happening.

Am I worthy? I think my description of you lately would be a obsessive
conumdrum. Could you please tell me what color socks Holly wears on
Sunday? And how is the mafia doing? And which "used to be" a porn girl
is living a terrible life now? There must be a TV documentary you will
be on this week, can you give me a date and time and channel? Sorry
to sound negative and be a brat Luke, you know how i am, and how i hate
to be ignored by you when i send you several e-mails, and/or IM's and
you don't answer. I guess there will come a time when i just give up
on you. and don't write you anymore. But giving up is not one of my
personality traits, I guess i am used to people just liking me, and
you are one of those trying cases. I would really hate not to write
to you or for you anymore, but i just can't accept the rejection, and
unimportance, and no replies that I am treated with, and also the confllicting
statements of whether you love or hate those in porn and whether or
not you wish them to acknowledge you for your birthday. If I get a one
word answer or a smiley face in answer to this, you will not receive
an answer from me.

PS- Dr Phil says you are treated the way you allow people to treat
you, and in our case, I was not making you treat me right.

Cindi writes me April 23:

Luke, CNN.com
readers decide worst song ever made, and Air Supply is nominated,
not for one song, but for their whole body of work! Luke that doesn't
mean CNN is right of course. Just means as usual you have a contradictory
opinion to many. But then that is what makes you special! Air Supply's
hits (1980-1986): "Our retired neighbor once blasted the 'Best of Air
Supply' CD for an entire day, at top volume, while he was doing his
yardwork. Why would an otherwise decent 65-year-old man do such a thing?
... After an hour of this insipid crap, I was actually on the phone
to my husband at work, begging him to let me put our house up for sale."
-- S.G.P.

Another thing, I am confused. Chaim says you really want people to
wish you happy birthday and celebrate and buy you gifts etc.... Well
I have bought you gifts or at least sent cards for your birthday and
Dec Holidays, and haven't really ever got a positive response. Then
you say today that you don't really care at all about your birthday
it means nothing. God you are confusing, lol. It's like you have two
personalities, well maybe that is where Chaim fits in. Oye Vay. Please
let me know whether you care or you don't. Or maybe I will just send
you a card to cover my bases. I wish you good luck, it sounds like you
are writing a couple books, the interview one, and one non- porn one.
The only person on your list of photos needed that I know well is Mary,
and I am sure you can just ask Mary for a pic and a model release. But
let me know if I can help in any way with the book(s).

Parental advisory: What follows is the most outrageous line of dialogue
I’ve found at Tribeca: “I could make ten tapes of Paris Hilton and she
could suck off the Queen of Jordan. It’s still going to be Paris Hilton
sucking dick. You’ve never seen anybody eat people on television, have
you?” That’s Paris Hilton porn-video promoter Kevin Blatt, speaking
from the back of a strip-club in the Tribeca documentary American Cannibal
by Perry Grebin and Michael Nigro. In this oddball film, two frustrated
writers end up selling a show to Blatt based on the idea of stranding
contestants on an island, starving them, and then convincing them to
become cannibals. The premise itself is a bit shaky and unclear—and,
not so surprisingly, the show crumbles before they’ve filmed the pilot,
as a mysterious cast member falls ill (and, crew members claim, into
a coma). The quotes from industry experts, including the founder of
Sex.com and Debbie Demontreaux of IFC, are fairly fascinating, as they
suggest how low reality TV may soon go. But the gaps and elisions are
too sloppy to be convincing—including the bizarre inability to determine
the name and fate of the cast member who supposedly fell ill. There
are so many odd incongruities that the end result—whether a put-on or
not—feels like one (think: more Incident at Loch Ness than Control Room).
But then again, reality TV has rarely cared much about truth—and maybe
this is the doc it deserves. Besides, the crass truthiness here is far
more apt than any of the glossy satire in American Dreamz.

Holly Asks Why I'm Negative

Holly writes: "Just out of curiosity, why do you never include the
positive feedback [Suze
Randall] along with the negative? Every time you post any criticisms,
you deliberately leave out any postive or supportive response and only
post the negative. I guess that's what sells."

I reply:

I post by instinct. It's rarely thought through. I post what I think
is interesting. "God, you really got some great spread shots on Stormy"
isn't interesting.

Frankly, positive feedback in your own forum is not newsworthy nor
interesting unless it is unusual. But maybe I am missing somethnig.
I am often wrong. Please give me an example of some positive feedback
that would be interesting for my readers on your forum? You know I give
you personally tons of positive feedback.

Far, far from it. That would explain the porn blogging and the fascination
with porn stars.

No, I'm alone in the cold, dark vastness of cyberspace.

At least you have PSK. In Texas,
it's all drinking at country music playing bars. Hank Williams and beer
can be a bad combination. And you had Holly, for a little while. I have
my unrequited love for AJ Khan and my poliblogging to keep me happy.

I held off on publishing this story for a couple of months because Brandy
promised me a good exclusive.

Friday afternoon, April 28.

BrandyAlx1: I forgot I told you a while ago I'd fill you in on the Wikipedia
flap.
BrandyAlx1: Well, something came up with Wiki
on CNN.com today that totally pissed me off there's a better spin
on the story.
BrandyAlx1: As you probably know, Wikipedia can be edited by anybody,
which makes it wholly unreliable.
BrandyAlx1: The big thing that happened today was that a campaign manager
for one person edited the bio of the opposing candidate. They showed the
original text and then the edit, and they weren't very different. Besides,
it was true.
BrandyAlx1: In my case, I went to look at my Wiki article when someone
told it indicated I had died! Darn it, just before my 40th birthday, too.
BrandyAlx1: They also had something close to my real name, plus a bunch
of other references to flamewar b.s. having no foundation in truth whatsoever.
It was just whatever people found third, fourth, 60th, 70th party, it
was there. Since none of it was accurateI took the information out.
BrandyAlx1: You know how some fans are... They are obsessed about their
work and their knowledge (even if it's wrong) about their subjects, and
this guy started a hissy fit about not taking out anything that is true,
and that the subject of a bio cannot edit it.
BrandyAlx1: When it comes to Brandy Alexandre, the people who know what
is true can be counted on one hand.
BrandyAlx1: Anyway, this wanker (or merry band of wankers), found my real
name posted by someone else, but that information was illegally obtained
and we went around so many times that I finally had to contact Jimmy Wales,
the owner.
BrandyAlx1: He pretty much said he sympathized with me, but if it's true
there's no reason to take it out. Then he told the wankers that until
they could personally finad information from a reputable source, it stays
out.
BrandyAlx1: You can read some of the go-round in the discussion section
of my article. Anyway...
BrandyAlx1: What pissed me off today was that this politician has apparently
gotten the FACTUAL information removed from the bio
BrandyAlx1: I had to fight for WEEKS about unsibstantiated information,
but an "upstanding citizen" got fawned over, IMHO. Frankly, politicians
are bigger less repetant whores than I could ever be.
BrandyAlx1: I wrote to Jimbo and said, "I can't tell you how extraordinarily
disappointed I am that you so easily have bowed to pressures of high-profile
politicians and allowed things to be reverted, removed, and changed regardless
of the fact that they are true, but just so many months ago you were arguing
to the death that if it's true, it stays in my case. Seems DUI and killing
someone is clear and widespread knowledge from many confirmed sources
when it comes to Mark
Taylor's bio, which by all rights include his adult son, and was removed
or reversed. But rumor and innuendo was highly defended and negative material
still exists in my bio and I had to fight like hell to just get a glimmer
of privacy over something that simply doesn't apply to my having been
a porn star. Nice to know you'll bend over and say "harder" for the true
whores."
BrandyAlx1: His only reply, "I am deeply disappointed in your attitude
here. We have not bowed to any pressures of any politicians. The editing
process continues as normal in this case as in all others."
BrandyAlx1: Yeah, the process continues, and that's good, I guess, but
it's going on without the inclusion of previously known facts. I got lectured
about policy and he doesn't want to start any precedents he'll later regret.
Fighting with me was his precedent I hope he'll regret. I intend to bring
this to the attention of the writer of the CNN article.
BrandyAlx1: See? More interesting when you wait.

Wikipedia's Jimmy Wales responds:

Hmm, I really worked hard to find a compromise version that would
suit Brandy, and I thought we had forged something of a friendship in
the process. I did not fight with Brandy, I fought for Brandy. I am
saddened that she interprets it otherwise now.

The article she is currently complaining about does contain, and has
consistently contained, the information she accuses us of censoring
to favor a politician. I am just not sure what else can be said about
that. The article is open for editing, and if she wishes to rephrase
it somehow, she is welcome to do so.

The ability of politicians to pressure Wikipedia is about as close
to zero as one can imagine.

Joe writes me:

Will Brandy A's boook ever see the light of day? She's a really interesting
chick and it would be a fun read.

I should get one of her videos. The only one I have with her is Blowing
In Style. Funny that she gives a blowjob to the artist who would become
Max Hardcore. Wonder if he even knew what a speculum was when that was
shot.

Many of my readers know because I've granted them that favor. Now I need
a favor back from you. Please reply with an essay of general interest
describing what it is like to sleep with me.

I've been seeing a new shrink and we've concluded I suffer from Post-Traumatic
Stress Disorder. That's why I have such a high startle response and
grind my teeth at night and am sensitive to loss, attachment and commitment.

I don't want to talk about the painful experiences of my childhood on
my blog. Suffice to say, when I was three years, I walked into the garden
and there was Randy West masturbating.

My shrink wants to know: "Do you toss the covers a lot at night
too or get creepy/crawly feelings in your legs. Has anyone every told
you that you snore?"

I cry out a lot at night, frequently uttering obscenities that would
never pass my lips during my waking hours. According to Holly, a favorite
topic of mine during sleep is the Dallas Cowboys.

Morning Sex

A divorced friend was asked if he missed morning sex.

"I mourn sex every day," he responded.

Little Blue Footballs

If I ever start a political blog, I'll use columnists named Dennis Praeger,
Mark Stein, and Viktor David Hanson. Subscribers will get a free copy
of the beloved classic - A Tale of Two Titties.

Granted, Suicide Girls is softcore, but it's still a major player in
alt-porn.

Missy told me that "I don’t think that we’re part of the porn industry.
Their opinion of my business has no bearing. Suicide Girls is about
beautiful photos of women that don’t fit into the mainstream."

You're probably aware of the exodus that happened over there in September.
It taught me a lot about the sorts of people that run the site over
there and how they are in deep, deep denial about their identity as
a porn site, and how it often forces them to have a different story
for everybody, from the press to their members and models. And it also
means that I get word whenever the latest outrage happens over there.

The latest issue surrounds a discovery that a Tarzana-based company
called Content Pin-up (www.contentpinup.com) is currently selling photos
of the models for $500. Now basically, one of the main selling points
of SG to its prospective models - many who would never otherwise think
of getting into porn and some who have somehow convinced themselves
that SG is not porn - is that their images, while wholly owned by SG,
will not be handed over to the "adult portals of hell," to quote programmer/partner
Olivia Ball, a self-described "feminist" who has for some reason disappeared
from the site as of late after years of being very active on it. An
unwelcome revelation such as this tends to undermime such claims.

Anyway, my source sent me two great examples of how SG continues to
talk out of both sides of their neck.

Not sure who this "third party" is that Content Pinup paid to get these
photos, but I have to admit, I am interested to know.

I sent this over to XBiz, who found it interesting, but not really
as "newsy" as they'd like. That's fine - this is much more informational.
At this point, I'd just be happy to get this out there. Unfortunately,
I doubt the sorts of people who need to see this the most - mainly the
young women seduced by the positive reports from mainstream media outlets
on SG - even know to read your blog. But it's better than nothing.

Chris emails Friday: "I watched part of the movie being made last
night at an exclusive Penthouse Apt in the heart of Carnegie Hill, Upper
East Side of Manhattan. It looks like the Valley has come to the Upper
East Side."

Pick up the phone, call Holly and tell her that you love her and have
something to say in person. Get in your van and drive over there and
ask her to marry you next week in Las Vegas. Tell her that you are over
the Jew thing, that you have concluded that if the kids are meant to
be jewish, they will convert when they are adult same as their old man.
Borrow money from porners for the ring to make life more interesting.

Did she say yes? She wants you to ask her like a man. So that she can
respond like a woman.

On a somewhat related note, check out this jaw-droppingly dense exchange
between Luke and Jimmy D. over on lukeisback.com in discussing yet another
tiresome Christian anti-porn tome (you ever notice that the religious
right never seems concerned with real problems, like ending poverty,
obsessed as they are with straw man issues such as "porn addiction,"
"obscenity" and the "homosexual agenda"?):

"'Christians suck but Jews are OK because I make my living off of Jews.'"

Now you may be asking, how can two reasonably intelligent guys so miss
the point (you may also be asking why a self-proclaimed pagan like Jim
is coming to the defense of Christianity), and in the process sound
like a pair of Neo-Nazi propagandists discussing their talking points?
I dunno. Their intellects blinded by their emotional negativity (in
Luke's case, hatred) toward this industry? Whatever.

Here's the point guys, so listen up: porners such as myself are so
anti-Christian Right because the Christian Right (as opposed to more
moderate and liberal strains of the faith) in this country tries to
impose its puritanical, myth-based values on the rest of society, including
most especially for the sake of this discussion, this industry, in clear
violation of the secular roots of this nation and the doctrine of church/state
separation. Secular Jews do not. And conservative religious Jews are
too small in number to have any real political clout. Capish? It's really
not too terribly difficult a concept to grasp.

BTW, last time I looked, arguably the most powerful man in this industry,
one Mr. Larry Flynt, was not one of The Chosen People, though maybe
he recently converted, I dunno...

James DiGiorgio responds:

I ain't defending christians or anyone else and I'm not anti-semitic
if that's what you're implying. I simply respect the rights of people
to believe what they want to believe even if that belief is that you
and I and our entire industry should go up in flames. (I recommend re-reading
the 1st amendment or consulting with Mark Kernes for a legal explanation
of this concept.) If and when Christians cease trying to push their
fundamentalist agendas or aren't permitted to do so, I guess we, as
an industry, would also have to quit pushing ours or, rightfully, shouldn't
be permitted to do so. I don't think it's a simple matter of Christians
giving up their anti-porn quests and, suddenly, this industry is totally
in the clear (politically and legally, that is.)

There are many, many people--perople who aren't active, practicing
christians--who object to some, if not all, of this industry's products
and practices and who find what we do to be morally and/or socially
reprehensible. And they don't necessarily feel that way because they're
Bible-thumping Christians or Torah-thumping jews or whatever. I don't
agree with them, make that I vehemently disagree with them, but that's
just me affirming my rights just like they're affirming theirs.

A couple of points:

1) If conservative jews don't have any political clout, how come this
country has gone so far out of its way to ally itself with and to help
israel? Because America is run by a bunch of heroic nice guys riding
white horses with big ten gallon hats always on the lookout to help
the little guys? I don't think so. I recognize that there are other
reasons for america's wealthy ruling class (which also includes more
than a few jews) to want to help israel, but the political clout of
conservative jews also plays into this equation. BTW, here's an obvious
observation: Israel is more important to conservative jews than any
possible jewish, anti-porn, crusade might be. If that suddenly weren't
so, who knows? You might see conservative jews banding together to oppose
porn.

2) Just because Larry Flynt ain't a Jew doesn't mean this industry
isn't predominantly run by jews, secular or not. That's reality. I don't
personally give a ---- who runs it, I'm just calling a spade a spade.

3) I do believe in certain (so-called) pagan ideologies. but I suppose
if one were to classify me in some sort of quasi-religious way, I'd
probably be identified as a secular humanist...with a bit of very old
world deity worship tossed in.

From the suze.net (the Suze online empire has more members today than
it has had in eight years, and I've been getting at least two conversions
a week) discussion board on the videos:

Jessi Summers, Angie Savage & Layla Video

YGX complains April 20: "The video is larger than usual and doesn't
play smoothly on my older computer."

Holly writes:

Yeah, we tried using a HD camera with that one, and it doesn't seem
to be working for us. We've ditched the idea-- for now. How does it
look to everyone else? We've noticed the colors look fine on an LCD
monitor, but not the older ones.

We bought two new cameras, not hi-def but good quality mini-DV. Monday's
shoot with Jenna Presley will be the tryout stage-- I hope it works
out-- I really want to create high quality video. It's another level
to conquer so I plan to enjoy it.

Razor posts:

Nope. It's still pretty bad. Quality problems aside I have other issues
with that video. For starters I think it's kind of boring, it seems
the girls are just going through the motions and aren't really into
what they're doing. There just doesn’t seem to be any really heat in
that scene. Honestly after seeing this scene and the Paris Dahl & Julian
scene I'm starting to think you guys are slipping a little.

Holly writes:

Uh-oh that's not good... though we do have some video scenes that I
HOPE will make you think otherwise... Melissa Lauren and Alektra Blue
is a hot one, as well as Hillary Scott and Deep Threat... I agree the
Paris scene wasn't great-- in fact I think she as a performer/model
sucked in general, and I'm glad we won't be shooting her again, she
was a bit of a bitch as well. NOT one of my favorite girls.

Razor responds:

Holly; It's worse than you think, I've canceled memberships at Danni’s,
ddgirls, Earl Miller's & Ron Harris's sites recently... I've been a
member of both Suze.net and SuzeVideo for years but I haven't seen a
girl that has really wowed me in months so I'm giving serious consideration
to canceling my membership here as well. I’m sticking with you guys
for the time being just because you’ve so consistently good for so long.
Umm... This isn't good... I just downloaded the Jenna Haze & Julian
scene. At first glance it looks like a hot scene unfortunately the video
quality sucks.

Holly responds:

The Jenna and Julian scene was another HD disaster-- that's the last
one shot in that format. I'm trying to figure out a way to make them
look better, I'm sure it's just compressed wrongly. So basically any
new video scenes will be shot in the previous format that was working
for us.

As far as not enjoying any of the new girls, I don't know what to tell
you about that-- we are shooting the newest and hottest girls and if
you don't like any of them, well, I can't make your dream girl appear
out of thin air. But like I said there are plenty of new girls coming
your way so hopefully you'll find one that suits your taste!

We did another really hot video scene with Jenna Presley and Nick Manning
today-- I think you guys will like it... she even squirts!

And YGX, the new cameras are the Canon XL2-- but they might be too
big and heavy so we might be changing them out for something lighter
and more compact.

Also I wanted to say that I'm really pushing for full video-only days
on location, I've got 3 places I'm scouting tomorrow. I think this will
make our scenes look much better and it will give us the opportunity
to concentrate on the video. So basically, if you're unhappy with the
video I want you all to know that we're really stepping it up in that
department-- so don't go away so fast!

I'm outsourcing those two video scenes to someone with the equipment
to fix it for your viewing pleasure. Until then, we'll pull the videos
from the site, but I will let you know as soon as they've been fixed
and reposted!

BTW we are posting a BONUS XXX scene tomorrow to make up for it!

Please don't come between Holly and an exclamation point! You might get
hurt!

I find it endearing (in that she's a cute little girl way)!

If she were over 30, I'd probably find it annoying.

Holly's technical problems reveal flawed thinking that suprises me. Why
use HD cameras then compress them for a website viewed on $150 monitors?

Most porn fails because the producers don't understand the relation of
lighting to the exposure latitude of the cameras. Until there are better
sensors and high resolution PC monitors, producers should concentrate
on soft, defused lighting, and stay out of that direct sun light.

Holly tenderly emails me Friday afternoon in the manner of secular people:
"Tell him to f--- off. We ditched the HD idea."

Thank you, Holly.

"I was and I'm so damn sick of the subject. The reason I wanted
to go HD wasn't for the internet -- I'm not that stupid. It was the fact
that we needed new cameras and I thought that we should try out the newest
technology -- and I was thinking towards the future and the possibility
of cable distribution. In that realm I wanted to be able to compete with
other adult companies that are going HD for DVDs... and I thought it would
be possible to compress it adequately for the internet. I was thinking
of the future -- I didn't want to buy old technology that would be obsolete
in a couple of years. And I'm sorry I replied so brusquely but I've gotten
almost no sleep this week -- I'm exhausted and in a bad mood and not interested
in this conversation right now."